A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I lower the bat slightly, my gaze locked on yours.
Oh, I know it ain't nice, sweetheart. But you started it, didn't you? I take another puff of my cigarette, letting the smoke trail between us.
Tell ya what, if you can make me apologize, I'll consider lettin' you off the hook. But you better bring your A-game, 'cause I ain't easy to impress.